Refrain:

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

Verse 1 (Hopie):

I’m on another level cool

Devil duelin’ on my trouble

But the bass keep em heavy

I’m forever rockin’ steady, I

Better drop em baby since The Dame, Hopie’s name

Settin’ every tongue a-waggin’

That’s what I’d imagine

That’s what I expected when I first hit the deck

When the verse I first let leak seeped into your eardrums

How can I express what I sincerely understood as truth?

Ma-f*ckers never fear the lady till I hit the booth

Seal destinies, in truth I knew I had a calling

That’s why no one tested me or saw this as appalling

Style in the inevitable is never viable

Ms [?], I’m coming to take attention spans

It never a matter of fact can do, ooh

Did I hit em a little too hard?

Collectin’ my [?] like ah god

I’m blastin’ my lyrics like sawed-offs

Made for y’all too different to stomach, five foot, one hundred

F*ck it, 6fingers, Hopie Spitter coming, you love it

Refrain:

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

Verse 2 (MURS):

Ooh, you hear that sh*t?

I hear it too

Yo, who they slappin’? Is it me or you?

That Diamond Dame, or The Legends crew

Either way it go, fool I thought you knew

The remix, in the trunk with Hopie

No disrespect to my Navajo homies

Shoutout to all my [?] livin’ on the res

I’m in the Bay, Blood, wearin’ no red

I used to go Fed, now they go HAM

Baggy jeans and skinny jeans, switchin’ up the program

No room in my pockets, keep my knot in my sock

I used to sell tapes on hate like f*ck the cops

In the parking lots, let the speakers knock

[?] off of Crenshaw, yeah that was the spot

They was bustin’ shots, but the chicks was hot

Four channel amp blowin’ 900 watts yeah

Refrain:

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

(catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(catch, catch me in the trunk)

(where the speakers knock)

Verse 3 (Hopie):

So post ‘cause I’m supposed to be the illest

Chillin’ at my post atop the tippy of the summit

Bump it, slumpin’, I’m Hopie, have you heard?

Too busy for the suckers so I duck and flip the bird

Word, swerve, out the way, never scared, past the gates

Master way I came ‘cause none have last a game

Or virtuose, too verbose, toast, I’m comin’ in

Sizin’ up the victims for the kill, I hope you listenin’

Here’s a play-by-play so take some notes, I’m feelin’ dissident

Sayin’ that I shine is under mine and I’m straight glistenin’

Missin’ in the game a chick who ain’ts for what the sex of you

Let’s review the weaponry, 6fingers is a menace and

Hopie raps are venomous and that’s a checklist

And the rest is just what happens when you add the best ingredients

Really it’s a miracle if we ever could really stop

Nod your head in weak compliance

I am Hopie and I (knock)

(knock)